Page 40 of Ruin (Hell’s Mayhem MC: Maine Chapter #2)

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Kolton

I’m just stepping out of the shower when there’s a knock on my door. I glance at my phone and see Lucian’s face on the pop-up notification from the camera. I smirk and open the bathroom door. The steam billows out, and I walk barefoot to the front door, pulling it open.

His gaze goes from happy to heated in a millisecond.

“Fuck,” he groans under his breath, stepping inside and wrapping his arm around my waist. His mouth is hot on my neck as he licks and sucks. My dick gets hard instantly.

“Ride me tonight,” he whispers in my ear, hand going around to squeeze my ass.

“Anything you want,” I tell him.

My cheeks get all warm at my confession. Though it’s true, it’s been a long time since I’ve said anything like that. It means more now than it ever did before, but it’s the truth. That’s what I fear the most, though. Giving too much and getting nothing in return .

“Thank you, sweet boy,” he whispers, kissing my cheek before we head upstairs.

Lucian goes for the buttons on his shirt, but I swat them away and undo them myself.

All the while, he watches me with an interested smile.

I work on each button carefully, pull out his shirt from his pants, push it down his shoulders and watch as it flutters to the floor.

I continue with his pants, all while holding his gaze.

I shove my hand inside and grasp his hard dick.

He grunts, face turning to pleasure as I slowly jerk him, feeling him harden in my hand.

“Rough day?” I ask in a low tone.

“Just missed you,” he responds.

“You know what I missed?”

“Hm?”

“This fat cock.”

“Show me how much,” he pleads, the desperation in his voice loud and clear.

Maybe I should ask him what’s wrong and why he’s so needy all of a sudden, but I’d much rather give him what he wants now and ask questions later.

I kiss him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and sucking on his as I guide him backward toward my bed. He sits on it and scoots up to the head of the bed, and I grab the lube from the drawer before climbing on after him.

“Let me watch you do it,” he says.

I know exactly what he means .

I straddle his legs so my ass is facing him. I spread lube onto my fingers, bend over, and shove a finger inside. His hands slide up my thighs and back down. I feel his gaze on me, hot and needy as I fuck myself for him to watch.

I go slow, because that’s what he likes. I add a second finger and moan when I hit my prostate.

“You are so beautiful, Kolton,” he says in a low tone.

I add a third finger easily, wanting him to be inside me as soon as possible.

He shifts around behind me, the sound of skin across sheets filling the room. Then there’s something warm on my ass cheek—his tongue. He licks and kisses every inch of it, sliding his tongue inside, beside my fingers.

He moans against my skin, his breath hot as he nips and bites, his hands caressing everywhere they can reach.

“I love you, sweet boy,” he whispers. “I don’t know how I’ve been without you all these years.”

The emotion is too much for me. It’s all too much too fast, so I pull my fingers out and spin around. He doesn’t look shocked at my movement, but there is a flash of disappointment in his eyes. It’s gone as quickly as it came when I scoot up and sit on his lap, squishing his dick beneath me.

He groans deeply, head falling back on his shoulders.

With me being a big guy, this isn’t the most comfortable or easy position. When I was younger, it was a struggle enough, but I’ve bulked up since then .

Lucian isn’t a small man by any means, he may even have a few pounds on me despite me being taller, but like this, he seems small. I tower over him in this position, but I think that’s what he likes about it sometimes.

I lift up, grab his dick and guide it to my hole.

His eyes open, and he watches me carefully as I sink onto him.

I bite my lip, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can see his face turn to pleasure.

It’s a slow softening of his features. His lips parting, eyelids fluttering.

He sighs when he bottoms out and I lean down to kiss him again, and then I start to move.

It’s slow at first, while I try to build a rhythm. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and it feels awkward as hell, but I want to do it, so I will. I rock back and forth, go up and down, until I get a motion that feels so good I can’t stop.

“That’s it, sweet boy. Take your pleasure from me,” he says, lips brushing across my chest. “Use me to feel good. You deserve it.”

I ride him harder, rocking my hips faster so the head of his dick presses against my prostate. My dick bounces, slapping against my stomach. When he wraps his hand around me, I nearly spill, but manage to hold on just a little longer. I don’t want this to end.

And though I know I can do this whenever I want, because I agreed to whatever this is between us, right now it’s different.

The feeling and emotion in this moment, it’s something that won’t be replicated.

This moment is special. It’s the first time I’m doing this after nine years.

The first time after we’ve gotten back together.

Maybe officially together for the first time, honestly.

This moment is pivotal not only in our relationship, but in my life.

Because I am fully giving in to him. I am giving him me, which is by far the scariest thing I have ever done.

He holds the key to my destruction. He’s done it before.

Maybe I’m stupid for doing it, but I guess I’ve never been very smart in these situations, so it’s par for the course.

“Lucian,” I choke out. “Can I come?”

He chuckles, stroking my dick a little faster.

“Yes, baby.”

Stars burst behind my eyes as I come, my body shaking. Moans echo throughout the room, a mix of his and mine. It’s only when I open my eyes that I realize he hasn’t come yet. He’s still hard inside me, staring at me like he’s about to devour me.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I pant.

He leans upward, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck to pull me down for a soft kiss. “I just want you to love me.”

I suck in a sharp breath and don’t move. Seconds pass, my heart still pounding away.

Finally I say, “I do.”

I hear the sigh of relief leave him. It warms my chest.

“I always have,” I add.

The smile on his lips is soft and sad. He kisses me one more time before pulling away.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I am obsessed with you. ”

There isn’t a single thing on his face that tells me he’s lying, not that I think he would.

Not about that. He always showed how much he wanted me, even then.

He was insatiable and desperate and needy.

It’s another thing that kept me holding on.

There was something about me that he just had to have.

Those sort of cravings don’t go away. Maybe this whole time, I knew he would come back to me at some point.

Maybe I waited for it. Or maybe I’m just trying to make the last nine years of misery seem not so bad so I don’t resent him.

I move my hips forward a little. “Make me feel it tomorrow.”

His gaze turns dark, and he flips me over with strength I didn’t expect from him. His dick falls out in the process, but once he’s behind me, he shoves it right back in, leaning over me with all his weight. I’m pressed flat to the bed, and it’s hard to breathe.

“Anything you want,” he whispers, and then he fucks me until his cum is deep inside me.

And I definitely feel it the next day.